Saturday, July 20, 2013

AESOP ROCK feat. Vast Aire, Yeshua Da Poed – Sinister

[Sample from "Snatch"]“Do you know what ‘nemesis’ means?A righteous infliction of retributionManifested by an appropriate agent….Personified in this case by me”

[Aesop Rock]We’re all in the same gang, bread and butterJust a couple subdivisions who naturally hate each otherInfluences shark biting the fuck outta your brotherFriendship is Professor Plum ratting on Colonel MustardYou are now witnessing the world’s most craft versionOf a barnstormer, reveal time with a jagged edgeArm mortars and ?free minds? for a bastard sledgeOn the style diamond cutterSwung before that magnificent havok sketchYou fidget like a nervous culprit gulpingSweat a bullet, dead a bullshit sequence reactorSpeaking disasterWho leaped off the canvas to provoke a ?style miner?Fake as the grass with a sturdy belly and his work to sell meI got my word to tell youI got absurd magicFor the forks like pistons pumping through the realm my family habits(Madder or Rabbit Hat[?] combination)Nah, more like I’m spitting pixleak dustTill the mixed vapor community combusts

[Yeshua Da Poed]I hold words for ransomDemand some attention paysNot to mention praise for their release on a pageIt might amaze the light of dayI never said I, gave, them all, the fight to be braveMore insight to behaveRaw like them othersWhose ads have been paid for by some brothersWhile some of us lie in the eyes of othersI discovered another way to stay undercoverKill everyone involved, UnsolveMysteries, this to me is how to leave matters resolvedOut of this all, you should take a break, ask the fakeGet snatched out your habitat and left on the side of alakeI try to debateWhether a clean getaway is harder to makeThan a call to the cleanersDropped off a seamless bagZipped it up with enough cash to pay the catWith the aqua demeanor

[Vast Aire]God is a name I call myselfI don’t like Ugly, Original, SyntheticI breathe rusty air logicIt becomes the lung, the mind is a closetThat is if it’s a walk-in, cuz I’m openYou fell from the clips of weakness, I scoped itI’ll ball your rhyme up and stuff it inside my mouthAs if this was the first grade…(C’mon man)And you’ll just stand thereYour eyes’ll water upAnd your teeth’ll grind cuz you rhyme first gradeSeeing me is like time, I’m a caged poetBut I think life is more than a jail sentenceThat’s why I, took my timeDoing calisthenics which euphemisms to hand out a life sentenceWhen I rhyme, I put my ass crack in itAnd you in a glass bottom boat with a crack in itSo fuck your attitudeMy poetry’s position is the sole definition of latitude

“Sinister” [repeated]

“You tell the angels in heaven you’ve never seenAn evil so singular personified as you being hitIn the face by the man who killed you”